Part 7. The Story of the Adventures of Roi; a pleasant yet introverted, middle-aged Dwarf who is not intrepid but who has to overcome his fears to begin an unwanted life as an Adventurer.

They ventured into the bowels of the cave where it soon became clear that the rock had been carved into, forming more and more elegant corridors. These corridors were also more numerous with frequent junctions and dead ends. Daerren led them to a crossroads and then said; "this is the furthest I've explored, from here on in we go with instinct and try not to get lost, here use these rocks to track our path so as not to go in circles". 

They trudged on, weapons ready, nerves alert, following Daerren's lamplight and trying not to jump when it cast eerie, elongated shadows across the walls. Roi also led at the front, sensing a destiny in this journey and keen to not be left behind. After several twists and turns Rio ordered for the band to halt and put his fingers to his lips, gesturing silence. He had heard a metallic tinkling and scraping, that sounded suspiciouslly like jingling coins, but could also possibly be a ball and chains. Ahead of him was a closed wooden door and he crept up to it on tip-toes, straining his neck forward to try and hear more. It was definitely the sound of fallen coins and a second sound which sounded like a muffled laugh....

Roi chanced it and quietly tried the door's handle, it wasn't locked. He gathered his mace in his hand and quickly threw the door open, ready to charge..... but there was no need, he was greeted to the sight of a tubby dwarf gathering as much loot as he could into his bags. This Dwarf looked up with a smile; "If you want to use your weapon, Tharthran next door could do with some help, I'm busy!" And with that he went back to examining the loot in the chests in front of him, carefully choosing what he thought most valuable and easiest to carry out.

Roi hesitated, unsure what to do. Daerren barged past him, axe raised ready to confront what was in the next room. Roi followed and could sense his comrades right behind him, following suit.

They quickly stopped their charge as a few meters inside the room was a ledge and a seething mass of putrid water, about knee deep. There was also a large, fearsome troll wielding a tree branch slowly walking across the mire away from them. In the moment they had paused a waif like, ginger bearded, Dwarf charged from behind the door across the room from them, axe aloft, yelling as he closed the gap between himself and the troll. Before the troll could react the Dwarf had leapt from his ledge, through the air and embdded his axe in the troll's skull. The troll flailed wildly trying to remove the axe and the dwarf on the other end of it, seemingly not willing to let go just yet. The stalemate was brief as a crossbow bolt whislted from behind Roi's shoulder and smashed into the troll's nose, knocking him down and allowing the frenzied dwarf to finish the job with a few well placed hacks. He turned to the troupe, "Thanks for the help with the crossbow, but I had him. My name's Tharthran and I think you adventurers should see what's through that next room there....